Why on airth wouldn't you dance wid him ?" "Because, father, I don't like him." "An' why don't you like him ?" asked her mother.

"Where is there his aquil for either face or figure in the parish, or the barony itself?
But I know the cause of it; you could dance with Bryan M'Mahon.

But take this with you--sorra ring ever Bryan M'Mahon will put on you wid my consent or your father's, while there's any hope of Hycy Burke at any rate." Kathleen, during this long harangue, sat smiling and sedate, turning her beautiful and brilliant eyes sometimes upon one parent, sometimes upon another, and occasionally glancing with imperturbable sweetness and good nature at her sister Hanna.

At length, on getting an opportunity of speaking, she replied,-- "Don't ask me, mother, to give anything in the way of encouragement to Hycy Burke; don't ask me, I entrate you, for God's sake--the thing's impossible, and I couldn't do it.

I have no wish for his father's money, nor any wish for the poor grandeur that you, mother dear, and my father, seem to set your heart upon.